The Cat With No Name
posted in Cat Stories |Once upon a time, we were befriended by a scraggy old tom cat. Thin and scruffy he had obviously seen better days. His white and tabby coat was dull and he had many battle scars. He began to call on us each day, and I was only too pleased to provide him with a good meal.
Whilst he was eating I would stroke him and talk to him, but he did not respond. It was just a means to an end as far as he was concerned. He tolerated my affection in return for his dinner. Each day when he had finished eating, he would just wander off without a backward glance. I didn’t mind this and would have happily continued the arrangement indefinitely, but it was not to be.
One day he came and didn’t want his food, he just ignored it. All he wanted was for me to make a fuss of him, of course I was happy to oblige and he responded just like my own cats. After a little while he left, food untouched.
I never saw him again after that.
Make of that what you will, but I know what I think.
